I
do not own Naruto. I do not own the song "Numb" by Linkin
Park. I don't even own this fic. My lil sis wrote it and wanted me to
post it.

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Numb
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Naruto
tried to find some peace of mind... Not the easiest, when everyone's
breathing down your neck, trying to get you to be something you don't
want to be. Tiring. 'Can't they let it go? I'm not him! I'm not my
father! Just because I'm his son doesn't mean I can do what they want
me to! I can't save the world, be the best, have manners of the
utmost caliber, and still be me!' What did they expect? For him to
suddenly become just like him? An impossible task. It was weird. The
villagers stalked him almost, not with murderous intent, but with a
sort of curiosity that didn't fit them. He couldn't tell which was
worse... Them hating him for even existing- Or them watching him and
expecting greatness... Maybe it was reverse psychology... Nah.
Villagers weren't bright enough... 'Just wait it out...'

I'm
tired of being what you want me to beFeeling so faithless lost
under the surfaceDon't know what you're expecting of mePut
under the pressure of walking in your shoes(Caught in the
undertow, just caught in the undertow)Every step that I take is
another mistake to you(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the
undertow)

Tears
streamed down her face as she watched him stumble with his burden.
'He's not him! He is not his father! Why treat him like he is?!' She
wanted to help, but nothing could be done. She tried to comfort him,
but her words slipped right on by. She tried to ease his suffering,
but her touch was just phasing right through. She'd been invisible
once and she knew it was coming again. Every night he came home
exhausted. Every night he walked right by. She'd cry herself to sleep
at night, praying that her agony would pass, but it wouldn't.
'Naruto, I still love you, but I don't know how much more I can
take.' She told him one night while he was asleep. He had frowned and
she thought perhaps her worries- her lonely days and excruciatingly
lonely nights- were at an end, yet she was again left to herself to
cry into the barren and lonely world which was her own. So Hinata
cried...

I've
become so numb I can't feel you thereI've become so tired so much
more aware

A
man watched from far away as Naruto went through trials and
tribulations. 'He's not me! Can't they see? Those Elders and
villagers! Can't they see?! He may be my son, but he's still not me!'
He regretted being the best and shoving this unbearable weight onto
his son's shoulders. He watched as Naruto would try, fail, and
continue to try even though he knew full well it was no use. Every
time he failed. Every time they would yell at him. Every time the man
would cringe as they tore into his son's mind, confusing him into
thinking he could make them happy, could be someone he's not. 'Gomen,
Naruto.' And he would turn, unable to watch any longer.

I'm
becoming this all I want to doIs be more like me and be less like
you

Naruto
groaned... Another day- Another time to fail. It was impossible... He
could not become what they wanted, he could not do it. They- the
elders and villagers- did not understand the thin line between a
gentle push and a full-fledged shove. He was trying desperately to be
what they needed- what they wanted more like it- but fatigue and
failure kept catching him in their snare. Another day, another
failure, another lecture about how he wasn't paying attention to
them. 'Just what I don't want! Tales of his glory!' And yet he went
on...

Can't
you see that you're smothering meHolding too tightly afraid to
lose controlCause everything that you thought I would beHas
fallen apart right in front of you(Caught in the undertow just
caught in the undertow)Every step that I take is another mistake
to you(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)And
every second I waste is more than I can take

Her
burden too great to bear. Her sorrow too heavy to carry. Her
loneliness too far great to say. Her death, too tragic to say. A
beautiful woman, once the shyest, now lies there drowning in a pool
of her blood. Friend's shock, a sister's wail, a Sensei's cry, but no
husband's voice. Her invisibility reached it's peak, no more will she
walk the streets, a sad farewell, to a friend- sister- and student,
but no sound for the wife. Her soul was burdened, her mind was
fogged, and her love was off to himself. On her tombstone, a poem is
written, but not the words expected to find. Her last request,
written in blood, was not to have "wife" written there.

I've
become so numb I can't feel you thereI've become so tired so much
more awareI'm becoming this all I want to doIs be more like
me and be less like you

The
man frowned. He watched as his son stood at the monument. No doubt,
his son was blaming himself for his wife's death. He'd pretended not
to be upset- tried to uphold the twenty-fifth shinobi rule. 'A
shinobi must never show his emotions.' He'd tell himself. 'I must be
strong like him.' It pained the man to see his son hurt. It pained
him to see his only son cry himself to sleep at night when no one was
watching. It hurt. He remembered how he was like that too- at one
time or another. Crying, feeling completely useless, and being pushed
harder than he could take. Although he did manage to overcome it, he
had goofed up a lot.

And
I know I may end up failing tooBut I know You were just like me
With someone disappointed in you

He
walks to the memorial. Traces her name. Even though it's pitch black
out, he's come here so often the placement of her name is known. He
wishes he could feel her beside him once more. Wishes he had paid
more attention to her. But he hadn't. He couldn't feel her next to
him while she was there, couldn't hear her voice. Now he tried
desperately to feel, but she was gone. Some people said they could
feel their departed loved ones in their hearts, but he could not. He
determines to never let this happen again, never let them push him so
far that he'd forget the one closest to him. He didn't want to lose
anyone again...'From now on I'm Uzumaki Naruto, not Yondaime
Hokage...'

I've
become so numb I can't feel you thereI've become so tired so much
more awareI'm becoming this all I want to doIs be more like
me and be less like you

I've
become so numb I can't feel you thereTired of being what you want
me to beI've become so numb I can't feel you thereTired of
being what you want me to be

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